We were driving home from preschool when she said it. Her shoes were off, fruit snack on her leggings, staring out the window. Then came the bomb:“Mom Lizzie says you’re the evil one. She’s the kind mom.”My fingers went white on the wheel, but I stayed calm.At my mom’s house, while Tess napped, I checked the nanny cam I’d hidden months ago just in case.
And there it was. Lizzie on my couch, Daniel’s hand on her arm, a kiss on her temple. Not a surprise, but still a gut punch.I didn’t rage. I took screenshots. Then I drove to print them. By morning, I’d contacted a lawyer.Two days later, Daniel got the envelope. He called, full of excuses. I hung up. Then blocked him.The divorce was quick. No drama, no custody war. I let him go, and let Tess love who she loved, even if it hurt.
